I knew too well how much the land had changed. This was the place we had landed at, so the shape of the continent had most certainly changed. I felt a chill going down my spine when I looked at the chunk of land that had been cut out.

“The perpetrator had enough power to change the landscape?” I asked.

Licorice shook her head. “No, Dear Husband. The perpetrator only shaved off the top layer, like scooping ice cream from a bucket. This is something you could do too!”

I muttered, “I’m not trying to compete…”

Licorice was right. There was a gradual slope down to the ocean, allowing seawater to flow in. It was certainly something I could do too, though I would need to use quite a bit of my aura.

Even so, the fact that the perpetrator used so much energy to accomplish this made me uneasy. He had to have a reason for doing that. I pondered for a moment and suddenly thought of something.

“Could it be…? Licorice.”

“Yes.”

It seemed she was thinking the same thing. She projected the satellite pictures onto her crystal ball again and zoomed in. When we saw the land, the frozen parts were all connected to the coast. There had to be a starting point where the freezing began.

We quickly...